Ombo
The Bull
[member="Krest"]
Planet: Byss
Location: Harlces Plateau
Objective: Meeting with "Krest"
Current Mood: Suspicious
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The cold wind of the early morning nipped at Ombo as he scaled the last few feet of the Harlces Plateau, just outside of a small village. He was told to meet a man named "Krest" here to continue his training. The message had arrived anonymously just a day after he had finished training with Bond. His time with the rogue Sith had been fruitful, and he had picked up many new abilities as well as a new perspective on Sith. It came just in time too, as he was dead in the middle of One Sith territory and one possibly the most Sith-favoring planet in the entire galaxy. Despite the fact that the planet was 98% human, he had gone relatively unnoticed by the local population thanks to his sneaking about under an old robe. Now, the robe was gone, replaced by his normal light armor. His usual fira hung at his side, and his trident was strapped diagonally across his back.
He moved quickly and quietly to the center of the plateau before pacing around. He didn't expect this "Krest" to show up early, and the plateau gave him a tactical advantage in case of any attack. It was about a hundred feet in diameter and roughly circular, with extremely steep sides leading down to the valley floor. In the distance, you could barely see the small town where he had parked his speeder. The sad, gray light of dawn filtered in through the clouds as the sun rose on Byss. The temperature was low but damp, which felt wonderful to Ombo. It had been years since he had been in the ocean for an extended period of time, not since he was thrown out of Manaan.
He gripped his trident as a small bird exploded from a small bush near the edge of the plateau. Had he not eaten a few minutes prior, he would have attempted to bring it down with his trident. However, the sketchiness of the situation and the fact that he was still full caused him to hesitate enough for the bird to fly off in the distance. He quickly averted his gaze from the bird and instead scanned the plateau for any more signs of life.
He was tired from his recent trips across the galaxy, but he had spent too many years alone to relax or doze, especially with the current situation. He had been contacted anonymously a few days prior and been told to meet on the Harlces Plateau on Byss. This deep in Sith territory and with an anonymous contact his only clue, he was wary of a trap. Of course, there wasn't really anyone who would have wanted him dead at that point. Still, it was better to be safe than dead. He had almost learned that lesson the hard way when doing a hit job for a rich Mustafarian.
He heard the scattering of rocks at the base of the plateau and ripped his trident out its sheath, ready for any sort of combat. He was hoping it was "Krest", but there was no way to tell until whoever, or whatever, it was finally reached the top of the plateau.
Planet: Byss
Location: Harlces Plateau
Objective: Meeting with "Krest"
Current Mood: Suspicious
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The cold wind of the early morning nipped at Ombo as he scaled the last few feet of the Harlces Plateau, just outside of a small village. He was told to meet a man named "Krest" here to continue his training. The message had arrived anonymously just a day after he had finished training with Bond. His time with the rogue Sith had been fruitful, and he had picked up many new abilities as well as a new perspective on Sith. It came just in time too, as he was dead in the middle of One Sith territory and one possibly the most Sith-favoring planet in the entire galaxy. Despite the fact that the planet was 98% human, he had gone relatively unnoticed by the local population thanks to his sneaking about under an old robe. Now, the robe was gone, replaced by his normal light armor. His usual fira hung at his side, and his trident was strapped diagonally across his back.
He moved quickly and quietly to the center of the plateau before pacing around. He didn't expect this "Krest" to show up early, and the plateau gave him a tactical advantage in case of any attack. It was about a hundred feet in diameter and roughly circular, with extremely steep sides leading down to the valley floor. In the distance, you could barely see the small town where he had parked his speeder. The sad, gray light of dawn filtered in through the clouds as the sun rose on Byss. The temperature was low but damp, which felt wonderful to Ombo. It had been years since he had been in the ocean for an extended period of time, not since he was thrown out of Manaan.
He gripped his trident as a small bird exploded from a small bush near the edge of the plateau. Had he not eaten a few minutes prior, he would have attempted to bring it down with his trident. However, the sketchiness of the situation and the fact that he was still full caused him to hesitate enough for the bird to fly off in the distance. He quickly averted his gaze from the bird and instead scanned the plateau for any more signs of life.
He was tired from his recent trips across the galaxy, but he had spent too many years alone to relax or doze, especially with the current situation. He had been contacted anonymously a few days prior and been told to meet on the Harlces Plateau on Byss. This deep in Sith territory and with an anonymous contact his only clue, he was wary of a trap. Of course, there wasn't really anyone who would have wanted him dead at that point. Still, it was better to be safe than dead. He had almost learned that lesson the hard way when doing a hit job for a rich Mustafarian.
He heard the scattering of rocks at the base of the plateau and ripped his trident out its sheath, ready for any sort of combat. He was hoping it was "Krest", but there was no way to tell until whoever, or whatever, it was finally reached the top of the plateau.
